Low Life (Letter To Ben) lyrics

[Intro]
Al Geno on the track
Uh, uh
I ain't got no, I ain't really got no direction, yeah

[Chorus]
Young n*gga sellin' boy out a rented car
Convicted felon facin' years, this ain't no rented charge
Guns on, mind gone 'cause he miss his boy
Puttin' mines down ain't a question, you done went too far
Life been a challenge
My love life still unbalanced
These hoes been stealin' my heart, I'm needin' help from an answer
They been trained to play they part
I bet the blind see what's happenin'
They really with you, you thought
They f*ckin' who feed they fantasy
Black beretta the hammer bent
This .45 I do damage you
Cool my mind down with cannabis
Sanctuary of sanity
Could map this out on my management
I got plaques everywhere
If you want, you could have that sh*t
Ain't no room on the shelf
[Verse]
Live a low life
I used to trap 'front Kayden mama, night to morning, I got that sh*t on
They ain't wan' wait on me
Up and humble, but I'm still lil' homie
Yeah, with a bigger bag than so called big homie
n*gga mad I had my back before they did
They put that wish on me
Assassins put that stick on me
What that pus*y n*gga payin' for?
Seven up
One in the grave
You could that b*tch this what I stand for
I don't do no sharin'
She showin' that you can, then you can have her
Got a better b*tch, you thought I'll reel in one that wasn't even half her
Cold sh*t, whole clique, I got more bodies than half of 'em
Burnin' world, cold b*tch, I'm who they choose when they wanna stab somethin'
Live a low life
All the sh*t that I seen, yeah, I mean, yeah
Came up from the block and I achieve, yeah
Ten don't wan' leave the spot, I put a arm around his ass
Whenever that we hear a shot, you know they gunnin' for your ass
Oh, yeah
Long as I'm your brother, never broke, you got a bag
Oh, yeah
Tears of joy, you put your first one in a body bag
It's sad them n*ggas be bluffin' and I'm knowin' that make you mad
Just take after your brother, get that money, stay on smashed
[Chorus]
Young n*gga sellin' boy out a rented car
Convicted felon facin' years, this ain't no rented charge
Guns on, mind gone 'cause he miss his boy
Puttin' mines down ain't a question, you done went too far
Life been a challenge
My love life still unbalanced
These hoes been stealin' my heart, I'm needin' help from an answer
They been trained to play they part
I bet the blind see what's happenin'
They really with you, you thought
They f*ckin' who feed they fantasy
Black beretta the hammer bent
This .45 I do damage you
Cool my mind down with cannabis
Sanctuary of sanity
Could map this out on my management
I got plaques everywhere
If you want, you could have that sh*t
Ain't no room on the shelf